Their idyll was a smile of four lips... In the warm lap of blond spring They loved such that between their wise fingers the divine form of Chimera trembled.

In the glimmering palaces of quiet afternoons They spoke in a language heartfelt as weeping, And they kissed each other deeply, biting the soul! The hours fluttered away like petals of gold,

Then Fate interposed its two icy hands... Ah! the bodies yielded, but tangled souls Are the most intricate knot that never unfolds... In strife with its mad superhuman entanglements, Life’s Furies rent their coupled hands And wearied your powerful fingers, Ananké...

Their Idyll was a long smile with lips fourfold …In the warm bosom of golden SpringThey loved each other so that between their expert fingersPalpitated the divine form of chimera.

In the radiant palaces of quiet afternoonsThey spoke words that fall on the ear like a sob,And kissed deeply, so that their souls were consumed!The hours withered and fell like blossoms of gold.

And fate interposed her two icy hands …Ah, their bodies yielded, but their interwoven soulsAre the most intricate knot there ever was …Struggling with their mad and superhuman liaisonsThe furies of life wrought so as to break their handsAnd Ananke exhausted her supreme fingers …